Ghosts
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Aegon x dragon rider!reader
Aegon masterlist
summary: y/n takes a leap of faith and spends time with aegon, founding ways to connect deeper than y/n could have expected
word count: 2,941
I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, and have taken some creative liberties of my own to write Aegon and the rest as I see them, which might be different from how you see it <3
We landed near Dragon Pit before I could really prepare myself, but I watched Aegons guards come towards us as the young king slid off Sunfyre, I hesitated, but dismounted Grey Ghost too. While the boy was conversing with his guards, I hugged my dragons face, as he anxiously flapped his wings.
“It is ok.” I told him in Old Valyrian.
“Do you want them to take him?” Aegon asked, making me jump a little. I pulled away from Grey Ghost.
“Fly.” I ordered in the old language looking at Aegon as my dragon disappeared into the clouds. “No.”
“Thought you wouldn’t.” He gazed at the sky and I noticed he had put his crown back on and his sword was back in his hand. “Ready?”
I wasn’t, but I nodded anyways. He started walking towards the castle, and I noticed he kept his steps slow enough to where we didn’t have to rush. His guards followed behind us quietly and wordlessly. I looked up at the castle, feeling so tiny it scared me.
Aegon kept glancing at me too, maybe looking for a moment to speak, but I avoided his eyes. He intimidated me a little, not because he was King, but because he seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, and was more observant than he seemed.
We are almost at the Red Keep when I see Alicent rushing towards us, with one of the guards at her side. She shoots daggers at me before grabbing her son by the shoulders.
“Where have you been?” I feel my hand twitch as I slowly angle it towards my dagger.
“On a ride.” Aegon answers, his tone sounding bored. Alicent looks at me, standing by his side.
“What did she say?” She asks after a moment of silence, directing her eyes back at her son, but letting go of him.
“Just some things, mother.” He sounds tired, but I notice him take a small step towards me, letting me sink a little behind him, away from his mothers eyes.
“What things?” She demanded now and my grip on the dagger hilt tightened, and then Alicent pushed her son to the side.
She reached out to grab me, but I was quicker, holding my dagger at her throat. The former Queen stopped in her tracks and I heard the guards unsheathe their swords too. I stood firm, glancing at Aegon, who had his arm on his sword handle, but he hasn’t drawn his weapon.
His eyes met mine and I saw a spark of deviousness in them.
“I would keep my hands to myself.” I say through my teeth, looking at Alicent now. I see sweat gather on her brow.
“You shouldn’t threaten a Queen.” She responds coldly. I smile.
“You’re no longer a Queen.” I pull my dagger away, watching her closely, but she doesn’t move. Neither do the guards. “I was just going to have lunch with Aegon. We have much to discuss.”
“Very well.” Her jaw was tight as she stepped back, waving her hand, as I watched the guards put their swords down. I look at Aegon, raising my eyebrows.
“Let’s go.” He says, redness coming to his cheeks.
He grabs my hand, dragging me past his mother and the guard, who both follow us with their gaze. The other two guards just follow us in silence.
I don’t speak either, but put my dagger back in it’s holder. His grip on my hand lessens but he doesn’t let go, and I don’t try to pull away. I don’t experience human touch often and while I don’t normally miss it, it felt nice.
His hand was warm, and he was being gentle.
I tried to keep in mind the ways we went but quickly got lost in the castle, eventually we made it to his chambers and I had no idea how I would get out of here if I needed. I saw a window in his room and knew I could always jump and risk breaking my legs.
Great.
There was a small table in his room, and a big bed, but it didn’t strike me as his main chambers. Or at least I thought the King would have a more impressive room. He was watching me observe it, letting go of my hand and stepping to the side.
“It’s cozy.” I said realizing he was waiting for me to say something.
“I suppose.” He turned on his heel, going to the door. I heard him order someone to fetch food, as my stomach growled again.
“Sorry.” I said when he looked back. He closed the doors, smiling.
“It won’t be long.” I felt heat run to my cheeks.
Suddenly I became awfully aware I am in a bedroom with a man I hardly know. Just the two of us. He didn’t seem to notice my flushed face as he casually walked past me, dropping his sword to the ground and his crown to a chair in the corner, dropping to his bed and letting out a sigh.
I watched, not knowing what to do with myself.
“I won’t bite.” He said, lifting his eyebrows as I flushed even more. “Plus, you are the one with a weapon.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t realized my hand was gripping the dagger again. I let go, shaking my head a little. “I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay.” He sat up. “I understand the circumstances are… rather weird. I apologize for my mother.”
“I appreciate you not telling her what I told you.” I make my way to the bed, sitting on the corner of it. He smirks, but doesn’t say anything about it. “Eventually, I know you will have to. But I don’t want to be there when you do.”
“You gave me, us, the upper hand. I can at least treat you with respect for it.” He leans on his elbows observing me.
“What?” He looks me up and down.
“You must be a Targaryen bastard.” He finally says. “To ride a dragon.”
“I must be.” I say sharply, putting the end of this conversation. Aegon doesn’t seem to mind, but curiosity stays in his eyes.
“How did you find Grey Ghost?” I look at him now, his gaze not leaving my eyes.
“He found me.” I finally say, shifting on the bed more. “He approached me and we bonded, I suppose.”
“And the saddle? Speaking Old Valyrian?” I clench my jaw a little, and he seems to notice. “You just have and know those things, right?”
“Yes.” I hesitate. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about those things. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He drops his back to the bed. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want.”
“I appreciate you asking.”
“People don’t really ask things people like us.” He chuckles as I watch his chest rise up and down with his breaths. “So I wanted to ask you.”
“Aegon.”
“Yes?” He lifts himself up to his elbows again, looking at me.
“I had the saddle made by a blacksmith in one of the small towns up north. I don’t remember the name, maybe it didn’t even have one, but I stole some plans of how to make one from Dragonstone. I found some books there too, with Old Valyrian writings. I taught myself how to read it and speak it, and maybe because of the Targaryen blood, it wasn’t too difficult.” I take a deep breath in. “As for my parents, I didn’t know my mom, she died in child birth. I don’t know anything about my father. As soon as I was old enough I fled the flea bottom and went towards Dragonstone, hoping to find something, and I did – I found Grey Ghost.”
“And nothing of your father?” I shake my head.
“I mean there aren’t that many Targaryen men walking around.” I cross my hand. “Viserys. Daemon. Must be one of them?”
“So we are either siblings or cousins?” Aegon laughs as I smirk at him. “Or you could be a bastard of a bastard. You don’t have silver hair.”
“No. I don’t.” I look at him. “I dye it.”
“Dye it?” He sounds more surprised than I thought he would be.
“I don’t want people to assume things when they see me. Do you think Alicent would have let me go if I showed up with striking silver hair?” Aegon thinks for a moment.
“No.”
“I just want to live my life without the Targaryen name being attached to me.” I say, taking a deep breath in. “Away from all this.”
“That does sound like a dream.” Ageon’s voice is quiet.
I look at the young King and he is looking at me, but his mind seems to be wondering elsewhere. Perhaps pondering of what life would be if he didn’t bear the cross of our family name.
If there was more to him than just that. He will always be King first, Targaryen second and Aegon third. I didn’t envy this life in the slightest. I didn’t understand the pursuit of power either.
Simple living was all I wanted.
In the silent moments that followed a couple maids came in with platters of food, and bottles of wine. I watched as they set it all on the small table, bowing and excusing themselves quickly.
Aegon was on his feet before I knew it, taking the platters and placing them on the bed, climbing into it again.
“Aemond, Helaena and I used to do this when we were kids.” He spoke, getting back into bed. “Eat in bed and tell each others stories. Rhaenyra joined us once.”
“Was it nice?” His lips quiver a little, and I worry he will cry.
“Very.” He says, opening the bottle and taking a generous chug, offering it to me.
“I never had wine.” I admit, taking the bottle and sniffing it. The smell was odd, but not disgusting.
“Try it.” I take a generous chug, like Aegon did, but the taste nearly makes me gag as the boy laughs, taking the bottle out of my hands. “Smaller sip next time.”
“Should’ve warned me sooner.” I mumble, making him laugh again.
Then we dig into the food. Or more so I do as Aegon watches as I devour the sandwiches and steaks they got us. He doesn’t seem to mind the mess I left on his bed. He simply drinks his wine, watching carefully.
I finished eating and only then realized Aegon hasn’t touched it at all. His eyes met mine and there was just this gentle smile on his lips. He offered me wine again and this time I took a smaller sip, feeling the warmth travel through my body.
“What else?” I ask, passing him the bottle.
“Hm?” He raises his eyebrows, chugging the rest of the wine from this bottle.
“What else would you and your siblings do?” He looks puzzled for a moment. “Something that you miss.”
“Sword fights.” He says after a moment. “But not training. Just running around with wooden sticks poking each other imagining we are the greatest warriors Westeros has ever seen.”
“Let’s do it.” I stand up, wiping my hands, looking around the room. There is another wooden chair in the corner, so I go to it, smashing it to the floor and picking up two leg pieces. I look at Aegon. “Catch.”
“You broke my chair.” He complains, but there is a smile in his voice as he stands up, his leg-sword in hand.
“We must settle it in a duel then.” I tease.
I run to him, trying to disconnect the usual instincts, trying to find the inner child I never really knew. And it seems to work, as Aegon steps aside with ease and I stumble behind him.
Our laughter fills the chamber, as he helps me stand up, before stepping back with his fake weapon at hand.
We keep up the dance, running around the chamber, poking each other with the legs, running all over his bed, not worrying about the spilled food. I have never felt such lightness in my step and maybe it was the wine, but maybe it was Aegon and being young and free again.
I may have avoided being trapped by my name in one way, but I was trapped in another. But not with him and not now, all I felt now was the warmth coursing through my veins and our laughter filling the room.
He tackled me to the bed, laughing as he had me pinned, but I felt safe, giggling too. He drops his chair leg, sitting across my midriff as I drop mine.
“Yield.” He leans over me smile on his lips.
“I yield.” I say out of breath, smile on my lips too. I look into his eyes, feeling his body weight on top of me my heart beats faster. He leans closer and I feel heat rise to my cheeks.
“I always win.” He whispers in my ear, letting go, giggling. He steps off me as I lay there, heat in my cheeks.
“You’re the eldest.” I finally say, sitting up. “Of course you do.”
“I’m also the most handsome.” He winks at me.
“Who told you that?” I tease and he laughs.
“Not my mother.” He jokes and we chuckle.
He sits down, reaching for another bottle of wine that we share in silence for a little while. I lean back down in his bed again after a bit, leaving him to drink alone.
There is a knock on his door but before he can answer Alicent bursts in again. Her eyes widen at the state of the room as I sit up, my hand going to my dagger.
“What is this?” She asks, looking at us in the bed. Her face grows darker. “Who is this girl?”
“What do you want, mother?” He ignores her questions, getting out of the bed and standing, bottle still in his hand.
“There is war at your doorstep and this is what you spend your time doing?” Alicent bites and I stand up now too, as the rooms spins a little.
“As a mother shouldn’t you be happy your son is finding joy in the dark times?” She glares at me.
“As a son, yes.” Her eyes go back to Aegon, who once again, steps in front of me, shielding me from his mother a little. “But he is also a King.”
“You seem to be doing fine without me.” Ageon slurs his words a little. I place my hand on his back gently.
“The Lords will want to see their King, not his council.” She says through her teeth. “And not with some.. girl, but his wife.”
“My wife?” I feel him tense up. “I don’t think my sister wants to put on a show for the Lords either.”
“It’s your duty, Aegon!” She yells now, stepping closer to her son. Instinctively I step out, placing myself between her and him. She stops.
“Rhaenyra is coming for you.” I blurt out, wanting to drag her attention and anger from the boy behind me. “Daemon and Jacaerys chased me on my dragon, hoping I would ride for her. I declined. That is what I told Aegon.”
“What?” Her eyes dart around the room as she thinks.
“They’re looking for wild dragons. They didn’t know Grey Ghost had a rider – me.” I stumble in place a little, but I feel Aegon grip my arms gently. The warmth radiates from where his arms lay to the rest of my body.
“And why did you insist on telling this to Aegon only?” Alicent asks, but her voice is a little softer now. Her anger is subsiding.
“I don’t want to be involved in this. And I knew he wouldn’t make me get involved.” Alicent looks confused, and I feel Aegons grip tighten a little.
“You telling us this gets you involved.” There is distrust in her voice and I can’t blame her, I know this must look odd for her. “You being here with Aegon gets you involved.”
“I will leave and never come back.” His grip loosens at my words and I feel him catch his breath a little. “But I wanted to let him be just Aegon before he has to fight this war. I wanted to meet real him before I never get a chance to.”
“How do we know you wont go back to Rhaenyra and ride for her?” Alicent asks cautiously.
“I won’t.” I stand tall, meeting her eyes.
“Do you acknowledge Aegon as the rightful King?” There is more to this question and I know it. She is asking me if I am on his side. Even if I told her I don’t want to get involved. I look back at Aegon, my eyes wide as he meets mine, but there is calm in his.
“I don-” I take a deep breath in, looking back at Alicent. “I don’t acknowledge anyone as a rightful ruler.”
“Then I can’t let you leave.” I look back at Aegon again, my eyes wide, but he seems to be just as lost. “Guards! Seize her.”
“What?” I grab my dagger, but the room spins and it slips out of my hands, falling to the ground.
Guards rush in, grabbing me by my arms before I can my weapon back. I focus my eyes on Aegon but he stands still, looking at me. I try to plead with my eyes but the King stands still.
He watches as the guards drag me out as I watch the room spin and my whole world turn upside down.
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A/N: ahhh i hope you guys like it! I loved writing the bedroom scenes of them just truly bonding and finding comfort with/in each other in ways that arent exactly romantic and I am so so excited to write the next part <3
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